Chapter 1513: with translation of chapter title

NO．129：The number-one elderly lady exerted herself (x)

"What wind could blow you here, old one?"

"Isn't the wind up there not very strong?"

"Indeed, although it may be somewhat superfluous, I still hope you take care of your health and avoid catching a cold."

Although she is already over seventy, it is already difficult for the horse girl's anti-aging physique to preserve her appearance, but frankly speaking, Speed Symbol ought to have countless ways to retain youth, and energy cultivation is merely a more troublesome kind, yet she clearly has no such intention.

But this does not mean you can truly regard her as an ordinary, frail old woman.

After all, she does have a pair of horse ears and a horse tail behind her.

She once galloped on the Saichang, and once won the victor's laurels.

Nowadays, with plenty of material to dig up on the internet, Aomo can still turn up 4K‑clear match footage, revealing the youthful, vigorous bearing of this elderly lady back then.

It feels… like a disjunction.

Should one say that time spares no one, or that the elderly's views change too quickly? Clearly, being over seventy does not yet reach today's lifespan limit, and those who truly defy aging can indeed achieve eternal youth, but Speed Symbol has indeed looked like an old woman since over twenty years ago.

That is to say, from around fifty years old—an age at which most horse girls can still maintain the appearance of a woman in her thirties or forties—she chose to present an aged demeanor, and has done so for over twenty years.

By now, everyone's impression of her is probably just that of an elderly lady.

For those who are used to it, it's hardly anything, but for someone like Aomo, who has only recently begun to investigate this matter over the past two years, it feels fresh, feels like a disjunction, and is plainly a case of 'there's definitely a story inside,' or rather 'there are serious problems inside.'

But having a problem is one thing; whether it can be investigated thoroughly is another.

In the world, nothing is more abundant than lacking secrets; everyone you casually meet has their own secrets, but you cannot possibly dig them all up, nor is it convenient to do so casually.

Aomo Lindun has always had a deep curiosity, as well as ample experience in digging things up, which instead lets him remain calm and exercise sufficient restraint—of course, this is also largely because the Symbol family as a whole is rather occult, and he would not consider opening this dungeon until he had enough leisure.

But if you don't open the dungeon, the dungeon might still come after you, let alone that you are a trainer sponsored by the Symbol family.

"Do you really think I would be completely indifferent after handing those two girls over to you?"

Leaning on his cane, the old man spoke, yet did not look at him, merely gazing down at the branch family's descendants with undisguised satisfaction.

"I thought you had long since given up on her." He glanced at the screen, which showed only the coordinates sent by the old man and no progress reports from either Xiqifeng or Bicuikesi, and Aomo then chose to take a few steps over to stand beside the old man.

That spot happened to be just right for being seen by the athletes diagonally below, although at this distance it would essentially be like seeing an ant, and placed in the whole Saichang it would hardly attract any notice.

But even this small gesture caused Speed Symbol to lift his eyelids slightly, glance at him, and say: "It's been a while since we last saw each other; I've started to miss your earlier caution."

"I imagine there are plenty of things you could reminisce about here; why not set my affairs aside for now?"

"Do you think I summoned you for something else?"

"Although I'd like to deny it, my self‑assessment isn't so high as to warrant you dismissing the bodyguards and arranging a private meeting with me alone; moreover, I'm beginning to suspect that your message wasn't received only by me."

His gaze swept over the surroundings—the distant ground that could induce acrophobia‑induced heart attacks, and the vast stands slantly distributed on each set of stairs—after taking in everything in his field of view, Aomo's next move was to instantly turn and raise his arm to shield Speed Symbol——

Three shields of different colors and shapes unfolded before him, and closer still appeared a steel‑like umbrella surface.

Propped open by a transforming sword that had not been seen in a long time.

Hei'an Teliqa, Hei'an Lujia'er, Haipajieton

Even though it was merely a hasty reaction, this shield‑opening move easily blocked the sudden crimson light bullet.

At the cost of shattering two energy shields in succession, it also allowed Aomo to see its appearance clearly and recognize its true identity.

"Zagi again." He murmured in awe at the fact that, even when taking human form to reduce output, it still displayed full‑strength power.

He felt that this performance seemed to be the strengthened Zagi developed under the TV series' continuation after its abrupt cancellation.

As for the original plan's dark Zagi‑superseding entity meant to rival Noah—dark Lucifer—it was largely broken down completely into the Hunter Knight Sword and dark Lujia'er.

"Even in its juvenile form, is it still the King of Beasts?" the tall man who had walked out of the entrance also sighed, showing no intention to continue the topic.

"If He hears you say that, He probably won't be pleased," he said, not wanting to take over Aomo's line, he gathered the iron umbrella and also patched up the shattered shield, the demon shrugged and said, "He certainly doesn't consider himself to be Aomo Lindun."

"But you can be the King of Beasts."

"Then I should be the one who's unhappy; hearing such an insult for the first time, old lady, may I give him a stab?" Aomo asked, brandishing his knife and pointing it at him.

"If we're going to see blood, I'd prefer to do it myself…"

"Then may I borrow it from you?" Aomo made a gesture to hand it over.

"But this time I haven't even considered seeing blood."

"Don't speak so loudly."

He shook his head, withdrew the knife's hilt, and Aomo's gaze shifted from the somewhat unfamiliar appearance of the Moon‑chase Symbol to his right abdomen.

Because he could feel that the spot where countless cards were most excited was there, he also didn't mind that the other's gaze had just landed on his left rib.

He was merely pondering whether to summon back the King of Beasts, who seemed to have walked away a while ago.

Although it is the hardest to restrain, he is at least a follower of His; rather than wanting Him to clean up His own house, it is more that he harbors a slight expectation of the emotional fluctuations when He faces Him head‑on.

Now I understand those girls who always want to see themselves suffer a setback.

"Is it all right if I just stand to the side and listen?"

Aomo felt that the Symbol family's bodyguards, while perhaps not more skilled at destruction than he is, ought to be more professional at protecting important personnel.

In contrast, under the current low‑pressure situation where listening easily unlocks new tasks and overtime, the pitch‑black beneath the victor's stage is still more suited to him.

"What are you saying? I'm an old lady; I still need young people to escort me when facing villains."

"It would be better if you could make your expression more lively when saying that; I recommend learning from a grandmother at a nursery."

"If it's that sister, I would indeed look forward to your recommendation."

"Then forget it; your purpose is too strong—how could you get along well with the friendly folks at the nursery? Look, that uncle opposite keeps staring at you; could you try striking up a conversation and moving things along? I actually wouldn't mind hearing Sirius sing."

Just thinking back to how Bi Ze had kept nagging in his ear about whether to suggest that Sirius sing "Heaven's Falling Down" and such, Aomo had simply ignored it and never asked why, but he supposed it was again a "CV meme"‑type reason, like how that guy had previously also wanted Suzi and Qinian to say some cool‑acting lines.

This extraterrestrial youngster seems to never tire of such matters, no matter what form he takes or what he experiences; even men are not spared—he will even drag Sai Luo to recite lines from a certain male lead in a Gundam.

Therefore, after Aomo played the role of Dawn Minister, he also never brought this up with him, and even though Bi Ze later figured it out on his own, he likewise asked Aomo how he imitated it.

Going through the motions was a bit troublesome, but in the end it was just a perfunctory pass; it merely made him pay a little more attention to the vocal tone of the horse girls under his command, and saying he looked forward to Sirius singing was no lie—after all, in training those horse girls under him, only these four adult members were ones he had not yet paid much attention to regarding their song and dance ability.

Because there are still video and audio files of their individual singing from back then, he therefore only does not worry about this point, merely suggesting that they privately remember to practice regaining their condition.

—Also could invite myself to sit in and listen to guidance—this remark obviously carries a bit of selfishness, yet because I've been too busy these past months, I couldn't utter a word.

If I say that out loud, the other party will surely take it as a genuine invitation—how could I then not go?

Being as rational and cautious as he is, he naturally wouldn't dig himself such a hole so easily.

—Just listen to this remark.

Because right now he's wondering why reality doesn't have an undo function.

"Sure." The old man lifted his cane, tapping the ground a few times with clear sounds.

"Let's go talk at that child's Victors' Stage."

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